Here, we confront a new paradox.
There was writing on the walls. Post-its and message boards and maps. A poster of the muscle groups and scales for techniques.
There was a howl there before. There was a shell over the ears, so it amplified and took on a life of its own.
It was loud in there. The waves of the air that grab a soul’s scent and it whispers back.
It knows the energy. The environment.
It knows the air..
It knows the air I have..to breathe..